A week ago, I had a heated argument with dad; argument over a useless issue. Useless would be my term, but for him, it meant 12 hours work a day, at his up scale restaurant in Andheri. He even offered me six hundred bucks, but I blatantly refused it. It was so meagre an amount for working 12 hours a day. I didn’t want to act as a substitute for his manager, Tejpal, who was on family leave. I am in my sixteenth year, want to enjoy with friends, flirt, and share photos and travel a lot. I certainly didn’t want to end up as a manager at his restaurant. I shouted my thoughts at him, went in the room, throwing a tantrum.
It was eleven in the night and my father was scheduled to go to Bangalore. I could hear my mom and my young brother waving him a goodbye. Father had come to my room, but left seeing me asleep ( I was pretending to). I neither stood up to say a goodbye nor accompanied him downstairs. I was very angry with him. But somewhere in the deepest corner of my heart, I felt sorry.
Next day, everywhere, on TV, texts, hoardings, internet, there were chants of father and fatherhood. Is this for me, to make me realize my mistake? I questioned myself. It was not until my girlfriend texted me and wished my father; I realized the importance – it was Father’s day! I had forgotten it in the aftermath of yesterday’s fight. I unlocked my phone and looked into the dialling screen. I called him up but cut it midway. Why should I call him? He didn’t even message me to say that he had reached Bangalore safe and sound. I thought about this the entire day, but didn’t find the need to call him up. This was my attitude, bad attitude.
Four days had passed. I was told by mom that dad would arrive in the evening by train. Slowly I felt the need to talk to him. I should not have argued and spoken in such a manner. I should have called him up on Father’s day. How come I forget that he was the one who had taught me to ride my bicycle? How come I forget his beating when a math problem went wrong?
I finally realized and headed to pick him up. There he was standing for an auto. I waived to him and a big, bright smile rose up on his face. I took up the advantage and clicked a picture (as he hardly smiles such brightly). And there ended our bitter fight.
June 16th is Father’s Day